Vanity of Vanities
Last week I came home to find a small bird lying on the porch—it had clearly flown smack dab into the front window. I’ve seen it before: a hapless bird thinks there is a clear flight path due to the reflection of sky or trees instead of a pane of glass. The last time it happened, I watched in delight as it slowly came-to and eventually flew away, having only been stunned! I picked him up, hopeful because the tiny body was still warm. But it must have just happened and the impact had, indeed, killed the little guy. With a heavy heart, I buried him in a tiny grave in the backyard—I absolutely adore birds. I looked him up and learned that my little friend was called a Dark-Eyed Junco. In Matthew 6 Jesus looks to the birds of the sky to demonstrate proper trust in God. I have often found comfort in that verse when I’m anxious over trivialities or obsessing about something that’s out-of-my-hands. The fate of this Dark-Eyed Junco, how...